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Sacrificed My pain-embedded body awakened singing God's blood-stained song of love. Sacrificed my life I laid down that our Nation's freedom would be bought my blood freely flowing. Sacrificed our wedding plans laid aside to sit by your bedside and speak to your stroke-infected brain the words, "It's okay for you to go." Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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